Wind and Rain

Bha dà phiuthar ann ’s lad a’ coiseachd sios an t-sràid

O an t-uisge is a’ ghaoth

Phut an tè bu shine an tè eile dhan an t-sruth

Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe

There were two sisters came walking down the street

Oh the wind and rain

Older one pushed the younger one in

Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

Oir thug Seonaidh dhan tè b’ òige fàinne àlainn òir

O an t-uisge is a’ ghaoth

Cha d’ fhuair an tè eile aon sian dhe chuid

Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe

So she pushed her into the river to drown

Oh the wind and rain

Watched her as she floated down

Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

Flodradh gus an d’ rànaig i linne mhòr a’ chasg

O an t-uisge is a’ ghaoth

Athair, o ahtair, seall an eala air an t-snàmh

Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe

Then out of the woods came a fiddler fair

Oh the wind and rain

He plucked thirty strands of her long yellow hair

Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

Is rinn e bogha grinn dhen gaoisnean bàn

Oh the wind and rain

Then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair

Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe

Agus rinn e cnagan-fidhle dhe a corragan caola

Oh the wind and rain

And he made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones

Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe

And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone

O an t-uisge is a’ ghaoth

Which sound would melt a heart of stone

Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe

Is an aona phort a thigeadh a-mach às an fhidheall

O an t-uisge is a’ ghaoth

Only tune that the fiddle would play

Was oh the dreadful wind and rain

Sior chaoineadh, an t-uisge is gaoir na ghaoithe